Arrival in Doha
After finally making it to NYC yesterday and delivering my uncle’s passport, I went to Brooklyn for the afternoon to spend time with another aunt and uncle. We went to the brooklyn bridge park and walked along the water front with views of the Manhattan skyline and the statue of liberty in the distance. Quite the nostalgic view for my departure from the country.
Big shout out to Ed and Hillary for feeding me and getting me to the airport – it made for a relaxing departure – seeing as my mind was far from relaxed. to-do lists, running through what was in my pack and what was not… my mind was full. Then, the full gravity of what i am doing and where i am going hit me when i got in the Qatar Airways line. I quickly could tell that i was not like the others. I definitely was the only dirt bag in line, with my chacos and my backpack. I recieved lots of stares from the predominantly indian and middle eastern crowd – men and women mostly dressed in salwar kameezes (is that the plural form?).
On the screen, it showed where we were in real time and how that corresponded to day/night. I seem to have bypassed wednesday – I will depart for Kathmandu in a few hours (and by few – i really mean about 4). The Doha airport seems to be mostly centralized around a huge duty free shopping area – it even includes a car! All the signs are written in arabic with an english translation below. Men are walking about in traditional arabic dress, long white flowing gowns and checkered head-dresses. There are some women in burkhas. I am trying not to stare, though I am intrigued.
I had dreams about school on the flight over – thinking of everyone at Ren, hoping the first day was awesome. And hoping all the alums are starting school and doing great. much love everyone — next time i will check in from kathmandu!
